The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 947

"Do something drastic?" A bizarre smile tugged at the corner of Zeus's mouth. "You give him too much credit."

"Clive is the most selfish, self-preserving person on the planet. He'd never pull the plug on himself. If you ask me, he's just too embarrassed to show his face. Stop worrying about him. He'll probably come crawling back the second his bank accounts dry up."

Watching Zeus act so completely indifferent made a flare of unexplainable anger rise in Josiah's chest, though it was quickly swallowed by a heavy wave of exhaustion.

"Are you absolutely sure you haven't seen him?" Knowing how Zeus and Clive had been secretly colluding behind his back recently, Josiah didn't entirely trust his younger brother.

Zeus's eyes shifted for a split second, a complex emotion flashing past before settling into an almost unnerving, icy calm.

"I really haven't seen him."

"Look at the state of our family right now. Why would I lie to you?"

"Josiah, what's done is done. Overthinking it won't help. Dad needs someone to take care of him, and the company needs someone to hold the reins. Clive is a grown man. He has to take responsibility for his own actions. We can't babysit him anymore."

Just then, the sound of wheelchair wheels and muffled whimpering drifted from the inner ward.

It was their father.

The stroke had left Hackett with severe neurological damage. His speech was slurred, half his body was paralyzed, and he was permanently confined to a wheelchair, requiring round-the-clock professional care.

Josiah immediately stood up and hurried into the room. Zeus took his time getting up and strolled in after him.

Inside, the once-intimidating Hackett Sloan was now a shriveled figure slumped in a wheelchair. His head hung to the side, saliva slipping uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth as a nurse gently wiped it away.

Zeus lingered for a few more minutes before casually claiming he had errands to run.

With that, he turned and walked out, leaving behind his father's tragic wails and his older brother's crushing burden.

Josiah watched Zeus walk away, then glanced back at his helpless, suffering father. Thinking about his youngest brother, missing and completely unaccounted for, a sharp, biting chill crawled up his spine.

Zeus's attitude was far too weird. It gave him an inexplicable sense of dread, as if something much more horrific was quietly taking place right under his nose.

But given the current state of the Sloan family, he simply didn't have the bandwidth to dig into it.

Just keeping the broken pieces of his family together and maintaining a facade of normalcy was already draining every ounce of his strength.